Just some free flowing poetry and the occasional thoughts on the world.

Raw Poems

This is the rougher, more emotional poetry that I only edit in terms of grammar and flow. These are completely unplanned and rarely whimsical or light. That’s not to say they’re dark, rather raw emotion.

It holds the innocence of the purest ray of light, as sacred as the darkness of night.

It is for you and you alone.

My heart, it jumps just a little when you’re near.

I’d compare you to a summer’s day, but I’d fall short, unable to describe the wonder and beauty you are; you’re more than everything I could think to compare you to.

You’re eyes light up the moment you laugh and smile. Your nose wrinkles just a bit when you chuckle, and you run your hand through your hair the moment you get nervous.

But you’re almost never nervous, always so relaxed and at ease. But then you get flustered, it’s oh so rare, but always amusing. You play with your hands when it happens, and blush much more – than usual.

Your skin is so soft and smooth. I’ve tried to touch and kiss every inch of it. I never know if I succeed, so I keep at it. On your shoulders and on your face, on your arms and on your legs,

On your sweet skin. I once tried to count the ones on your arms and on your face, poking you playfully, only to find you’re rather ticklish. I stop, making faces at you. You laugh and laugh, I stop. It is the most beautiful sound I’ve heard. I’d do anything to hear it again.

You’ve stopped laughing, curious; you look adorable when you’re curious. Why have I stopped? You ask. I smile and shake my head, playing with our intertwining hands; now I’m flustered. A smile tugs at your lips; you know. How can you know? Because I’ve told you a thousand times.